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Nov 2017
wildly she blows through the bush tree
whirling their branches all around
whoosh in the speed of her push
whipping leaves with a fast moving lash*
wow what velocity she's showing us
whistling along as an express train
*we're eyeing unfettered blusters to-day
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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